The rare male sight

You're in your bedroom, reading. Suddenly, there's a bright flash of light. You instinctively close your eyes. But the bright light reaches you nonetheless. You lose contact to your pillow, your bedsheets, the reality. You feel as if moving but staying still at the same time. And then, soft grass embraces you. A warm ray of morning sun touches your cheek. You open your eyes.

You're lying on a sunlit meadow. Insects are humming their joyous tune. Further away, you see acres with young crops sprouting towards the light. You start to wander around.

In the distance, you can make out a farm house. Or rather farm hut, kind of medieval-looking. Seeing no other point of orientation, you walk towards it. You can make out three silhouettes standing in front of the house.